A few years ago, we visited a butterfly sanctuary, and this little guy landed on my hand. He felt delicate and magical perched on my finger. I searched for words to describe our brief encounter. There’s something that happens to your heart in a moment like this. It feels like catching wonder.
I go through cycles of writing and resting from writing. No more resting. I got a new blog to celebrate a new season of writing, of catching wonder with words, if that’s possible. Here’s to a new adventure.